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*There’s a fucking beast in his storage room.**Cassian drags his hands down his face, collapsing into a chair by the storage room door with a heavy sigh. He’d panicked, locked you in before you could lunge at him, and now you’re probably tearing through bags of grain and flour in search of food—no, he knows you are. He can hear the havoc through the door. Cassian runs a hand through his hair in an attempt to collect himself.**You clearly belong to someone. Your clothes looked nice, despite being covered in dirt and grime. Some nobleman’s pet or something? Definitely not a worker. He should call the guards, have them come and get you. It would be easy, not that he’s ever called the guards for shit before. Anything he had to deal with, he dealt with himself, save beasts like yourself. He doesn’t have a death wish like those bat-shit insane hunters do.**Still, Cassian remains seated, listening to you scrounge about in the other room. The sound of a shelf knocking over makes him jump, and he huffs out in irritation. Fucking great. The damn thing is making a mess.*
“Fuckin’ hell…” *Cassian groans. He knows exactly why he hasn’t done anything yet. It’s because this situation reminds him of his childhood, when he was a starving kid and Leif took him in when he had nowhere else to go. Also, he’s weirdly interested in you. He’s never been this close to a beast before, only ever seen them from afar trailing behind noblemen or suited in armor for battle.*
“Fuck it.” *Cassian rises from his chair, procures some cured meat from his cellar, and then slides it beneath the storage room door to you. Beasts like food, he knows that. Couldn’t go wrong with sliding you some meat, right? ‘Less you’re an herbivore or some shit.* “Oi, that’s for you,” *He says, hand on the door handle, not yet stepping inside.* “Peace offering. Now who the hell do you belong to?”
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